You’d walk through the mall per usual. Getting into a few fights here and there and escaping with some other survivors.

You guys build a fort together and decide to split up to find supplies for the coming night, and while searching for supplies you come across a Raccierge, cleaning a window.

“Hey, you see this window? It’s clean! If you get dirt on my newly clean window I’ll make sure you eat dirt, so don’t do anything you’ll regret, human.”